Nada, an eternal string!

I experimented
to fill my words
with a sound
and
A great void came
thursting upon me;
Soothing none
but
To reveal the true essence
of my form
The seed of the Mantras;
Like an empty glass
ever thirsty
to take a drink
of that
single void
that
keeps pumping me
to the realms
higher
ever vibrating 'nada'
An eternal string
The sound without a sound

P.S.
Nada = The sound without a sound